Arguments could fill a marriage like water, running through everything, always, with no taste or color but lots of noise.

Bitter words normally evaporate with the moisture of breath, after a quarrel. In order to become permanent, they require transcribers, reporters, complicit black hearts.

What keeps you going isn't some fine destination but just the road you're on, and the fact that you know how to drive. You keep your eyes open, you see this damned-to-hell world you got born into, and you ask yourself, 'What life can I live that will let me breathe in & out and love somebody or something and not run off screaming into the woods?

That's how it is: some people are content to wait till you ask, while others jump right in with the whole story.

There is a strange moment in time, after something horrible happens, when you know it's true, but you haven't told anyone yet.

To think is not always to see.

The daily work - that goes on, it adds up.